The Animator

my short story introduction He looked down the road. There, he saw people huddled under a metal roof. All you could hear was the whistling of a barrel bomb hurling. The people who were there, one mother, her face worn of grief, for presumably her loved ones who died, were next to maybe 12 kids. All females except for one. The barrel bomb was nearing to the ground. They all got down to pray as the bomb hit the roof and the shards of metal went shattering everywhere. Blood and body chunks flew out from under the dilapidated rooftop. A piece of glass from the barrel bomb chipped him in the face, blood seeping down his face. All around the city, filled with smoke and obliterated buildings, sounds of the bombs hitting the ground followed by the screams of people before they are abruptly cut off. He saw a girl crying. She was saying random things, maybe a wall collapsed on her head or something, because she walked strangely. He saw she was holding something. He looked closer, and it was a baby. Its head was squished, blood pouring out of its eyes and ears. One of the eyes was missing. The arms were dangling, one on a strand of skin, and the legs were gone. She saw him looking at the baby, and she started crying hysterically now. He was getting closer to her and her deceased baby, and she clawed at him. “GO AWAY!” “NOBODY NEEDS YOU!” She ran away. He went on his way back to where he was to go.

(and very long bruh)

Not really.